Hello dear readers, or those of you who are just poking around. I happily welcome you to my not so great profile.

What to say here . . ? Hmm, maybe I can just ramble about pointless things and you won't notice . . .

Anyhoo, as you can tell, I like to write, and I fancy myself not too shabby at it either, although some reviews saying such aren't frowned upon either. They boost my ego, ya know?

At the moment, you're only going to get short stories from me, nothing too long. That's simply because I don't want to post an epic novel length story that I could probably get published after some good editing. Go me!

Other than that, if any of you happen to have requests for any shortish things you'd like me to write, I'm open for suggestions. But of course, that also means not every suggestion will be approved, however, it wouldn't hurt to try, now would it?

Thanks for taking the time to read this, now, please feel free to carry on with your interesting or potentially drab and boring day :)

Charlotte HartWright is on the run from the tragic mess her mother ended up leaving in London. She is off into the country side and stumbles to find new peers that might lead her onto a path of peace or just more danger. There is more trouble indeed.

To fear a flash of silver is a strange thing, is it not? Unless its the glint of a blade. Or, more precisely, the blade that was used to rob you of your life. Even though the deed is done, the shine of the sharpened steel haunts me as my life fades.

Death may seem like the end, the final stage of living. But is that really true? A simple sonnet is all that's needed to change the mind of one girl, touched by death, and convince her that death isn't the untimate end, but the beginning of new life.